[But even so, he backs off a few steps and turns around before retrieving the last ball; a second later, there's the familiar sound of it breaking open, and when Tom turns around again his hands are cupped in front of him, one atop the other, mooshing down whatever's inside such that only a little bit of green feather, a beak, and one unblinking eye are peeking out.]
Okay, here he is.
[The less he makes it look like a bird, the less afraid his dad will have to be of it. Right? RIGHT.]
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[But even so, he backs off a few steps and turns around before retrieving the last ball; a second later, there's the familiar sound of it breaking open, and when Tom turns around again his hands are cupped in front of him, one atop the other, mooshing down whatever's inside such that only a little bit of green feather, a beak, and one unblinking eye are peeking out.]
Okay, here he is.
[The less he makes it look like a bird, the less afraid his dad will have to be of it. Right? RIGHT.]